The glass doors of Specter Industries parted with a silent precision that felt less like an entrance and more like a threshold into power.
Lana slowed for half a second on the polished marble floor, taking in the vast atrium rising above her — steel, glass, light, symmetry. Everything breathed control, wealth, influence. The kind of place where decisions didn’t ripple… they reshaped.
She straightened her blazer instinctively.
Corporate attire suited her. Structured lines. Clean confidence. No room for uncertainty.
But inside, something tightened.
This wasn’t just a visit.
This was inheritance. Responsibility. A new version of her life stepping forward whether she was ready or not.
The receptionist greeted her immediately, voice warm but professional.
“Miss Pearson, welcome. Mr. Spe
